“I’m still excited at being at a microphone and talking to listeners. I love that. It’s the most basic element of what I do and I still enjoy it very much.”

Between 2 and 5 I’m reading in to find out what’s been going on while I’ve been asleep.

At a tiny station in New Albany, Indiana, which is right across from the river from Louisville, Kentucky, where I grew up. The Louisville stations were loath to hire beginners, so I had to go across the river.

The radio was my pal. I was just crazy about it.

It’s also a more personal medium. It seems to go directly to one’s brain. There are no pictures to distract.

I go home by noon, and I’m in bed by 6 p.m. I get up at 1 and do it again.

Soon it will be a sin of parents to have a child that carries the heavy burden of genetic disease. We are entering a world where we have to consider the quality of our children.

People are always ready to admit a man’s ability after he gets there.

I was encouraged to read aloud in class and vocalize.

But when you see personal artifacts relating to – by genealogy at least – a living human being, it was just more impressive to me than just about anything I’ve ever read about slavery before.

What I’m dealing with is sound. I don’t pretend to be dealing with music. I’m just dealing with sound elements, textures and sounds.

The elements of a good story are most definitely details, little bitty details. That does it, especially when you’re describing, when you’re setting the scene and everything. It’s like you’re painting a picture, so details are very important. Also, the music gotta be right.

Relationships are the key element to Press & PR

In order to ease my condition I took up Euclid’s Elements and read for the first time his doctrine of ratio, which I found treated there in a manner entirely new to me.

I love chaos…. It’s the poetic element in a dull and ordered world.

The ANC is very concerned (about shedding votes), hence they are pinning their hopes that those rogue elements will run the elections, so rigging will be on the high. There is no doubt about that

One constant among the elements of 1914—as of any era—was the disposition of everyone on all sides not to prepare for the harder alternative, not to act upon what they suspected to be true.

My team and I have reunited two elements that coexist with difficulty: respect and affection, because when they love you they don’t respect you and when they respect you they don’t love you.